A Day in the Life of Andy Warhol, BBC Four

24 hours in the king of Pop Art's shoes

It was suggested more than once during this adventure in Warhol-world that Andy Warhol himself was the artist’s greatest achievement. It’s a neat sentiment if not an original one, and while it may well be true, it didn’t bode well for a documentary in search of the “real” Andy Warhol. However exclusive the access to Warhol’s “planning diary”, however frank the interviews with friends, relatives and Factory colleagues, it seemed unlikely – and as a venture somewhat misguided – that we would ever really get beyond the version of Warhol so carefully cultivated by the artist himself.

In the event, however, the whole thing was so thoroughly entertaining that such objections seemed prissy and unsporting, encounters with an array of aged Factory regulars providing a rare hour of fun. Presenter Stephen Smith, usually at home on Newsnight, maintained an air of good-humoured scepticism pretty much throughout, keeping the whole thing well clear of hagiography.

There were occasional glimpses of a more vulnerable, recognisably human character

Even so, as Smith’s “24 hours in Andy-time” got started just after midnight with Warhol shooting one of his most notorious films, a five-hour marathon featuring his friend and lover John Giorno fast asleep, Smith seemed momentarily overwhelmed. Meeting Giorno and his now legendary bed, Smith enquired: “Would it be OK for me to touch the storied bed? I don’t need gloves?” Giorno was tickled pink, replying: “Touch it, do anything that you want to”. Sure enough, Smith crouched down to prod the mattress, mumbling something about checking it for springiness.

While Warhol himself was finally sleeping – a minor miracle according to Giorno, who said he “took speed by the handful” – in the townhouse he shared with his mother and two dozen Siamese cats, Gerard Malanga, “the Factory stud”, was slaving away on $1.25 an hour, working on the silkscreen prints for which Warhol is perhaps best known today. Smith’s meeting with Malanga in a New York bistro was fascinating, not least because it demonstrated all too vividly how even the wildest of youths must submit, eventually, to cholesterol problems and early bedtimes (main picture).

It was difficult to get the measure of Malanga, who was by turns frank and evasive, describing his paltry wages as “embarrassing” but deftly outmanoeuvring his interviewer when asked whether his contribution to the Warhol project had been properly acknowledged. Malanga was far from alone in his loyalty to Warhol, and the all-too predictable comparison between Warhol’s Factory and a king holding court seemed hard to refute.

Time and again his old associates leapt to his defence. “Little Joey” Freeman, the youngest member of the Factory, employed by Warhol to get him out of bed at around lunchtime every day, described how he lost weight to fit in with the Factory’s “ideal”, but denied that there was any pressure to do so. Jane Holzer (pictured above), whose appearance in 11 of Warhol’s Screen Tests rescued her from life as a bored housewife, dismissed the suggestion that Warhol dropped stars as quickly as he created them.

For all this, there were occasional glimpses of a more vulnerable, recognisably human character, and Warhol’s reliance on the opinions, ideas and reassurance of those around him was made apparent. One of his closest confidantes was Brigid Berlin, whose lengthy and bizarre phone-calls with Warhol were recreated for the camera: “Everyone thinks Andy was so quiet. Well I can contradict that perfectly, because he never shut up.” Warhol’s nephew, strikingly similar in appearance to his uncle, described how the artist had a crucifix above his bed, his regular attendance at church part of a private homelife that he kept strictly separate from his life as an artist.

As Smith finished the day embroiled in another night-time filming stint, it was hard to say whether we had really learned much at all about the "real" Andy Warhol. What was clear though, was that this hardly seemed to matter. Real or not, is there ever likely to be a more compelling figure than Andy Warhol?

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